So its the costume party for the Vanderbilt Marching Band, which I am happy to say I'm a member of. I, naturally, dress up like a Ninja. Upon goofing around with my friends, I sense a rogue shuriken being thrown at me. I was like WTF??? (actually I didn't say anything cause Ninjas are above speaking), but turned around very fast to see a ninja rival staring at me :
http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a93/DrJones254/BeccaNinja.jpg
So I go over and do what most ninjas do after one ninja threw a star at another: talk. Note this isn't the first time I've talked to this girl, known her for three months now (ish). Startling enough, I was like "I didn't know you liked ninjas" and she's all "ninjas are awesome". So I'm like "hmm... this could go somewhere." Then the ninja inside me acted and out of nowhere I asked her out for dinner on saturday. She replied with:
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First of all, we are already friends!! So don't worry about that! Second of all, I would love to do something with you this Saturday, but the problem is I am overwhelmed with work right now. So I should probably stay in and get things done. Thanks for asking me though. That was very sweet.
She then gave me a hug. I believed that was the closest I've ever gotten to a yes, if it wasn't a yes entirely. So I was happy and all.
What happened next scarred me for life.
The time for the group costume contest came. There were a wide range of groups, from Batman and Robin to Napoleon Dynamite. What is the point of this story was what the Percussion section was dressed up as: Indians. They were all scantily clad and wore a very minute amount of clothing. The costume judge called for the groups to begin their skits, and the rest of us watched. Fortunately, nobody was filming the events so none of you can get scarred for life either.
The batman group was up first, doing a small sketch with the Joker. It was retarded, of course, but still funny. The lead percussionist (dressed in nothing but a loincloth) laughed at the guy dressed up as Batman (who happened to be a Tuba) and Batman got slightly pissed you could tell. However, he didn't do anything.
Next up came a few misc groups (such as a guy dressed as a red neck hunter killing a squirrel or the "douche bag" sketch... a girl was dressed in a garbage bag that had a paper sign that said "put douches here".) then the Napoleon Dynamite group, who for some reason all simultaneously performed the dance shown at the end of that movie.
Finally, the Percussion section came up. Mind you, the guy playing Batman was still pissed (or at least pretending to be). The percussionist started beating on their drums, trying to mimic an indian chant thing. It was kinda funny, and then disaster struck.
Batman got pissed and pulled off the Lead Percussionist's loincloth. He had probably meant to only embarass the guy being caught in nothing but his underwear, but he was far, far wrong. It appears the lead percussionist was going "commando".
The crowd stood their and stared for a few moments, and the nude percussionist went to grab a piece of clothing from one of the others near him...
He pulled off a scarf from one of the girls that looked like it wasn't attached to the costume at all... On the contrary, it was holding it together. Her costume fell, and SHE wasn't wearing anything underneath either. This disrobing of the percussion section went on until the entire section was nude and holding whatever piece of clothing they could get over their "private areas".
Naturally, when the last one gets finished disrobing, we all break out laughing. It comes to my attention at that moment that I was standing right next to the ninja girl I had met, and she had seen everything I had. Needless to say, it felt a little akward. We both laughed and walked away.
I told you it was an interesting story... Just in case you were looking for a moral too...
Don't **** off Batman.
Edited, Sat Nov 5 23:43:38 2005 by Shaolinz
Edited, Sun Nov 6 18:55:44 2005 by Shaolinz